[Not that Nero's not willing to pull his weight, but he doesn't really know about this shit. What does he do? Look for sticks? This mountain doesn't have a single freakin' tree on it. So he just gets outta the way, expecting Geralt will tell him what to do if he needs the help.
The least he can do is keep a look out. Make sure his brain isn't popping out any more frosts. It's just -- the snow. The mountains in Fortuna. Hard not to put two and two together.
Nero's brows rise. Huh. Now that's a neat trick. He puts himself between the entrance and Geralt, but at least he's got some hot rocks at his back. Better than freezing his ass off.]
What? Surviving that shit's not magic enough? [He tosses a snort back over his shoulder, then turns back to face the blizzard outside. He shakes his head.] Not a magic kind of guy. Can turn into a demon, I guess, but it's not exactly flattering. I don't go around showing it off. [He rolls his shoulder.] Makes people nervous.
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The least he can do is keep a look out. Make sure his brain isn't popping out any more frosts. It's just -- the snow. The mountains in Fortuna. Hard not to put two and two together.
Nero's brows rise. Huh. Now that's a neat trick. He puts himself between the entrance and Geralt, but at least he's got some hot rocks at his back. Better than freezing his ass off.]
What? Surviving that shit's not magic enough? [He tosses a snort back over his shoulder, then turns back to face the blizzard outside. He shakes his head.] Not a magic kind of guy. Can turn into a demon, I guess, but it's not exactly flattering. I don't go around showing it off. [He rolls his shoulder.] Makes people nervous.